Ahhhh, the night cools, the fog rolls in. I love this time of night. We had fun, drank, talked, laughed until we didn't think we'd hold together any more. Then we laughed some more. Now the air is damp, fresh and the morning begins to show itself. It's wonderful, this feeling, peaceful. I relish the blue calm.
Showing posts with label blue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blue. Show all posts
8/29/07
toni's nap
It's a green world Toni lives in, filled with water and leaves. He rests nestled, comforted, trying to blend. The hiding place makes him feel safe and he sleeps for a while. What do fish dream? It might be red and blue, red and blue, and very green. It's his own little world.
dragon flight
The huge, flapping wings move the air. He rotates and looks at his land from every angle, checking, deciding. Today is a day like most others -- he must eat. So he looks over his territory and spots his meal. It's a beautiful, bright trout swiming up the creek toward the mountains. It's big as far as trout go, satisfying. So the dragon swoops sideways and gets an angled view of the scenery, goes in for the hunt. Fold the wings, take a dip, sushi's on the menu today.
8/20/07
stranded
Walking along the beach today I found a big rock. It looked strange and upon looking closer the evidence was clear: a poor jellyfish had gotten stranded after the high tide and dried in the sun - leaving only it's shadow...
8/19/07
dreaming
How long since I left my house and came to the park? It felt like days. They had a ferris wheel, a carousel, lots of cotton candy. My head was swimming with the amusing delights. Oh, yeah. I remember now. I was on my way home, passing my favorite tree, when I decided to have a nap. Ha. I think I'll stay just a little longer.
8/10/07
At earth speed
The wind picked up the dregs of the harvest, the trees, the land itself. Our fields became the sky.
6/28/07
Childhood memories? Ay, dios.
Wow. I look at this and shudder. Why would the cutest group of young dancers make me shudder? Well, because I look at the girl and blue and see myself thirty years ago. Ach. Once that would have been me, growing up in a nowhere part of Mexico forced to dance with my class -- the only güerita in the bunch. Hated every minute of it, especially the stupid dress and hairdo. Yep. Then they wonder why we hate to be called cute...
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